While Bai Yue was paying respects to Wu Yun's grandparents, Wu Yun called a housekeeping company. He told them to send someone to get the spare key from the property management office, clean the Huilu International apartment, and change the bedsheets while they were at it.
Wu Yun was getting more and more used to paying for services. In his view, any small problem that could be solved with money wasn't worth the extra trouble. When you factored in the time saved, it was actually a pretty good deal.
Wu Yun had no intention of selling or renting out this old house. He just planned to keep it, so he could come back and stay during the New Year, other holidays, or the Qingming Festival.
"Are you done?" Wu Yun asked, hanging a rag on the rack by the sink. He shouted toward his grandparents' room.
Bai Yue's pleasant voice called out from inside the room. "Coming!"
